Mothers
A nine-year drought
Brought torrents in May
You had chosen what to call me
But were given a new name
Always the strong one
You carried on in faith
Broken mother, broken father
It was your example that made Grace fully tangible
Looking at your mistakes showed me what risks to take
Working hard to make ends meet
No matter what, please know you did well by me
Forever humble and first to forgive
Treating the other as family
Never forgetting where you’ve been
You showed us what it means to wholly live
Adorned with quiet strength
You proved that meek doesn’t have to mean weak
Learned to show Love to all, no matter title or rank
While not your own, you’ve helped raise me
And for the things you’ve shown me
I could hardly offer sufficient thanks
Even as the sickness lingers in your blood
You’ve carried on in hope and Love
And even though trouble surrounds all the while
You’ve continued to greet all with a heavenly smile